The day started with my daily act of presenile dementia, by cycling away from the hotel with the room key in my back pocket. Disappointingly, Lesley didn't volunteer to ride back to the hotel with it (whatever happened to "for better or for worse"), so I retraced our steps while Lesley proceeded solo to the first sightseeing stop. On a positive note, at least the wind was on my back for half of the return journey and it's added 7 miles to my annual total.
The day also started where yesterday finished, with wind and some rain in our faces, the wind continuing for all of today's ride except for about 2 miles.
Today's sightseeing diversion was a blackhouse, a house in which people used to live with their livestock, kept warm by a peat fire although there was no chimney for the smoke to escape. Thankfully, B&B standards have improved considerably since those days.
However, despite the headwind and some very long, straight and undulating roads, we finally made it (in brilliant sunshine and blue skies) to our destination, the Butt of Lewis, the lighthouse at the northern tip of the Hebrides, 235 miles or so from our starting point on Tuesday. After the obligatory photos taken for us by a fellow cyclist, we celebrated with a small picnic made up of nothing remotely healthy, picked up from the last grocery store we encountered.
Tomorrow the challenge of getting back to Glasgow begins. Watch this blog!
Balanced scorecard (0-10)
Total miles cycled 235 (228 for Lesley)
Wetness level 0
Stress level 0
Tiredness 5
Scenery 6
Enjoyment 9
Kite flying 0
Excess calorie intake 9
Sightseeing 8
Midgie count 0
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